Get your gen texts!

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texting meme You’ve got your TFLN, you’ve got your sexting, now here’s the meme for all those gen texts, phone calls, voicemails, pictures of your cats, and whatever else your little heart can come up with, because who doesn't like a little old fashioned friendly texting. (Or enemy texting, if that's more your bag.) instructions: What it says on the tin! Leave a comment with your character, include preferences, a start, absolutely nothing or whatever you want. Run around and reply to others. Lather, rinse, repeat.

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Raphael Santiago | Shadowhunters

[encantador]

*Eminem voice*guess who?

[nerdvamp]

:-) hola amigo I may have a favor to ask ....

[ Jaja. ]

hayyyyyy hunty

[encantador]

I didn't realize I had any reason to be inclined to help you. But by all means, adelante, tell me what you need from me this time.

[nerdvamp]

i need wardrobe advise and you are the only person I know who doesn't abuse leather or embroidery

[encantador]

Wardrobe advice.
Let me guess. A date with one of your leather and embroidery wearing friends?

[nerdvamp]

I think I've had enough of that for a while. Maybe for good.

I have a gig and I think I've already used all my cool outfits, please? You're like the only person I can trust with that.

[encantador]

Right.

Well, I didn't realize you had any cool outfits in the first place. In any case, I'm not sure what I could do for you other than let you raid my closet and you've got about as much a chance of that happening as I have a chance of sunbathing in Aruba, amigo.

[nerdvamp]

ouch. I guess I was asking for that one.

I'm not going to raid your closet I sweaaaar! I was hoping you'd choose an outfit for me but ugh at this point I'll settle for just an advise.

[encantador]

Make sure everything fits. Invest in good shoes.
Don't wear one of those stupid shirts with a big logo on it, wear a v-neck instead. Play up your best features.

[nerdvamp]

ALL my shirts have logos on them!
I have literally 2 dollars in my savings account so shopping is not an option.

Look, can I just come over? I swear I'll behave??

[encantador]

So when you said you weren't going to raid my closet, what you meant was... you want to raid my closet. I see.

What are the odds of you shutting up about this if you don't get your way?

[nerdvamp]

what I meant was I would like you to pick! I'm not gonna touch anything.

Slim to none. This gig is really important to me. I've been working on this song for like a month.

[encantador]

Ah. You want me to play dress up with you. Now I understand.

[Lucky Raphael is a little soft on on you, Simon.]

Fine. Come directly to my suite. You owe me a favor. I'll lend you exactly one outfit and then you leave.

[nerdvamp]

yeah that's exactly it...

[he lowkey knows it, that's why he's not so scared of pushing.]

and here I thought you'd at least offer me a bottle of o-neg to take the edge off

JK!!!!!!!!

[encantador]

Don't be ridiculous. Obviously I offer any guest refreshments.

[Mamá me crio muy bien educado...]

Even you, I suppose.

[nerdvamp]

wow I was just joking but thanks man I'm actually kinda hungry.

[ Simon is just a gringo, Rafa. He wasn't raised like that.]

Ill be there. Thanks man. If you ever feel like changing your style I can give you some advise too! How's that? Don't you want to look like a scruffy nerd from Brooklyn?

[encantador]

Somehow, I think I'll manage without.
You better hurry up and get this over with or I'll serve you your blood cold.

[nerdvamp]

i mean yeah?? I was being mostly sarcastic.

That sounds very unpleasant. I don't want to try my own fluids.

[encantador]

So was I. I understand sarcasm; I'm old, not senile.

Good. See that you don't have to, then.

[nerdvamp]

right. Right. I knew that. Obviously. You're young, like, even in vampire years you're like a toddler.

Omw!!!!! Running there as we speak

[encantador]

If I'm a toddler, that makes you a twinkle in your mother's eye.

[SO DONT CALL HIM A TODDLER...]

[nerdvamp]

[ Simon looked at the last text and swallowed. This was poor timing to make Raphael mad, but if someone had impeccably poor timing, that was Simon.

So he got to Dumort five minutes or so after, nobody even questioned it anymore. The perks of being a Daylighter and also frequently failing to stay out of Raphael's business helped.

The elevator reached the top floor, opening the doors to the suite. Simon stepped in and he could almost feel himself starting to sweat. Damn. He probably should have just gone to the GAP.

But this was so much nicer. And Raphael didn't refuse him, so at the very least he'll leave looking like he just closed a very lucrative business deal.]

Raphael? Sorry for the vampire toddler comment that just kinda came out.

But I'm here and I even managed to take a shower at Luke's and use his nice shaving cream so, after this I'm headed straight to the bar.

[encantador]

[Raphael knew Simon had arrived by the torrent of words that came along with him. He walked over within view of the elevators to receive him and looked him over, taking in the ruffled state of being he was in.

Scruffy wasn't really the right word for Simon, much as he liked ascribing it to himself. Frazzled was really more appropriate.

The scent of the shaving cream wasn't offensive even with heightened senses--Luke did have good taste, at least.]

Good. Well, you don't have to worry about me keeping you; let's get this over with.

[nerdvamp]

[ Simon had enough time to get ready so that wasn't really a concern. His hair was definitely a mess from running at inhumane speed to get here but he could probably handle that on his own, if not at least he could pretend he looked like that on purpose.]

I'm more worried about you kicking me out if I pick the wrong tie but then again I think burgundy really is my color.

[ he wasn't lying, but those were his mother's words. He placed a hand on Raphael's shoulder as he walked into the room.]

Thanks man, you're really doing me a solid.

[encantador]

You said I could pick the outfit, so you won't get the opportunity. And to tell you the truth, burgundy is nobody's color.

[Raphael shrugged off the hand on his shoulder and pulled away, thinking on what he was willing to risk on Simon. He always seemed to find a way to get himself thrown around and he'd had a direct hand in ruining two of Raphael's new jackets just days apart.

He gestured invitingly at the tray with a tall crystal glass of blood parked at the front of his room and carried on to walk into his closet.]

O negative, like you're always talking about. Now--what is the vibe you're looking for tonight?